Lately I've been dreaming
In faded technicolour.
I dream of you, of him
And her
And it wakes me up

Lately I cannot sleep
Plagued by these
Almost contrived dreams
Like my subconscious is telling me something.

I remember times I'd all but forgotten
I remember feeling like a child.

And as I wake, for the first time tonight.
I know what you are trying to tell me.
This faded technicolour, the people who you left, these dreams which won't leave you alone.
You're lonely.